After one year, the chaos in Hezhou finally subsided. Then came the festive carnival and ... farewell to the heroes.

Her Majesty the Queen held a state funeral for the soldiers who died, and the martyrs were all promoted to three ranks and were buried in the National Martyr's Cemetery. In another royal cemetery, a small funeral was quietly carried out.

Hua Mu was wearing a black mourning suit, a black gauze on her face, and white chrysanthemum on her chest. She stood in front of the mausoleum to be buried in the future as a widow.

The body of the white pillow was still sealed by ice, and because of the constant freezing of ice, he had to build a huge crystal coffin. The sentinel had almost no scars except for the left arm, and his expression was calm and lifelike.

Although there is no marriage fact, as a companion of the royal family, the body of the white pillow will be temporarily parked in the side room of the tomb of Huamu, and will be buried together when she dies.

Today is not a good day, and the hazy and lingering rain patters. Huatu and Huajian couldn't accompany her because they participated in the state funeral. Of course, Huamu didn't need their company too-she didn't need anything.

Weeping hysterically, refusing to acknowledge the facts, venting resentment on others, and trying to end his life. She tried everything, but nothing worked, and the last thing left was numbness.

If you do n’t think about anything, will your heart hurt?

Hua Mu's personal maid Elma held an umbrella for her, her face full of anxiety.

For the first time, the side door of the mausoleum was opened, and the sentry's coffin began to move slowly inside. Hua Mu supported the crystal coffin wall and followed the team inward.

There are exquisite murals, lifelike marble carvings and valuable works of art, but they still cannot change their cold and gloomy facts.

The tomb owner should not have entered the tomb before his death, because it was too unlucky. But no one dared to discourage her. People who knew the facts felt sorry for the hard-working lovers.

However, the sympathy and compassion of others are always temporary, and the long-term pain will only be tasted by relatives and lovers.

"I want to stay inside for a while, you all go out first."

Elma would like to oppose it, especially Hua Mu's behavior of self-seeking before. But she couldn't say it. For the guides and sentries who lost their partners, the rest of their lives were almost in vain.

Although most members of the royal family will not be in danger of life due to the death of their partner, the life span is too short for ordinary sentries and guides. The soothing without a partner is one reason, and the more important reason is long-term pain and longing.

"White pillow ..."

Through the crystal and ice, Huamu saw the calm and calm face of the sentry. In the end, the layer of ice wrapped in white pillows could not be melted anyway, so there was no way to deal with her body anymore.

"White pillow." She murmured the sentinel's name, attached and reluctant with a bit of resentment.

Hua Mu's heart is full of pain and hatred, not for anyone, what must be said, probably dissatisfaction with fate.

She recalled all the past, the joys and expectations that once filled her heart, and the innocent expectations, the pain in her heart was like Ling Chi. The memories were ground into sharp daggers, mocking her ignorance.

Just over a year ago, love was still far from her. She was troubled by the sour love that couldn't tell the truth, and was overjoyed by the vague possibility. The girl is full of twists and turns, even the uneasiness is sweet.

But now, so far away from her is her lover. Her lover, who has saved countless lives, is called the sentinel of the martyrs, is the youngest major general of the empire, and like every soldier who died in this brutal war, he is a well-deserved hero.

What a painful fact is this?

When Hua passed away without injury, Hua Mu was deeply shocked. However, she could not feel anything when she lost her white pillow. She can only see the white light in front of her eyes, can only hear the rumbling whispers, and can only feel the cold around her.

what happened?

When Hua Mu was lying on a suspended stretcher, there was only such a thought in her mind: What happened?

She has never felt this way before. Is the body cold or hot? Is the heart beating fast or slow? Has time stopped or accelerated?

All senses were suddenly out of control, and she tasted the inversion of her soul.

Ah, this is death.

In the spring of nineteen, Hua Mu knew the feeling of death. It is because the soul is connected and the soul is connected that the partner ’s death experience is clearly transmitted to her body.

This is why sentinels and guides often cannot live alone after they become partners.

Now that I feel the pain of death, how can I survive?

Hua Mu did not drop a tear in the first three days. How could the dead feel sad? Until the body of the white pillow finally released from the ice, until she saw the face of the white pillow, until she finally touched the cold.

But it's not very painful. It's more empty than pain. The body, heart, mouth and soul are empty everywhere. It was then that she suddenly discovered that Luna ... was gone.

Missing, nothing is missing, her future is also missing.

"White pillow ..."

Hua Mu sat back slowly against the coffin wall, feeling the coldness in it. The end of the extreme cold is warmth, the same signal emitted by cell death.

"Woooo ... white pillow ..."

However, the 19-year-old girl was full of longing for love not long ago, and it was full of predictable happy future not long ago.

But now, there is nothing.

Feel the ultimate happiness prematurely and the extreme pain too early.

It turned out that at this moment, she really fell on the desert island—the desert island was in her heart without her lover.

The sky gradually darkened, and the night fell.

Elma looked at the flower clusters that had been waiting in the rain for more than two hours, and asked with some anxiety, "Your Majesty, would you like to ... bring the lady back?"

The flower cluster did not bring other followers, only the faceless man stood behind her to support her umbrella.

"No, wait until she comes up with it."

"Then you ..."

The flower cluster didn't know how to comfort Hua Mu, and even felt ashamed to appear in front of her. The white pillow died because of saving the flower kite. This is a fact that cannot be changed. As Hua Mu once said, she sacrificed her daughter's partner for her lover.

What made her unable to face Hua Mu even more was the peace of mind and ecstasy she had born from the safe return of Huazheng. Life and death are like looking at a demon mirror, showing the despicableness and selfishness of people clearly.

The flower cluster can't even face the flower kite, so every time she sees her joy is like a double-edged sword, her relationship with Hua Mu, her relationship with the flower kite is fragmented.

"I will stand for a while and leave."

Elma dared not disturb her and walked quietly to the other side and waited.

"this is not your fault."

The raindrop fell on the umbrella, making a clear and dull sound. The faceless man suddenly spoke at this moment, the tone was always cold and calm.

"Can I say this to Mu Mu?"

Don't deceive yourself and others, this is her fault.

Faceless people rarely fell silent.

"At least it's not your fault alone."

The flower cluster turned to look at the faceless eyes. The green eyes still created by the mask were cold virtual images.

"What's wrong?" Huazheng didn't seem to understand why she was surprised.

"I thought you would say something colder."

The fingers like white jade gripped the umbrella handle tightly.

"What choice did Hua Jian make?"

Just when Huatu thought she would say something, the other party suddenly changed the subject.

Victory is not the end of war, but just the beginning. Parliament has been arguing about the disposal plan of the experimental bodies created by Huace for a month. During this period, Du Simin and Elsa woke up miraculously.

For Hua Jian who has given up, this fact is not known to be happy or worried.

But the flower cluster hasn't seen him in such a happy way for a long time, even if it may only be an illusion, it can't bear to destroy it.

"He is struggling. If it is in the past, he may be able to ignore everything for Simin. But now, Mu Mu's situation ..."

Yeah, how can I be a father and just lose my beloved daughter? But if he chose Du Simin, he must give up all the things outside the title wealth to atone. And this also means that Hua Mu will lose his father after losing his lover.

Moreover, he also has the same worries as the flower clusters, and the happiness obtained in this way seems to be at the expense of his daughter's happiness.

"Don't he ever struggle with Du Simin's identity?"

Hua Tu sighed, "Maybe there is, but you know, the same appearance, the same memory and the same character are too difficult to be rejected. We don't have a religious belief, so we can't expect after death. Reunion or renew the leading edge in the afterlife. The happiness that can be seized in front of us is the only real thing. Ah Jane has no such hesitant calmness. "

"That's it ..." Huazheng answered the cluster of flowers and whispered to himself, "If he makes up his mind, I don't mind providing him with serum."

"Let's talk ..." Huacun turned his eyes to Huamu's direction again. "Everything will be said after the pain has passed."

"Ok."

But Huazheng knew that this pain could not pass. Although she couldn't feel the emotions, she knew this fact clearly. Just like Hua Jian, after so many years, he still hasn't survived this pain, so he will struggle to regain his hope when he regains his hope.

As long as the white pillow is absent, no one can be happy, and no one will have a happy ending.

From this moment ... No, from the moment the white pillow sacrificed, everyone fell on their own desert island.